The Staff And Scrip Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBBCBCCDEDEEAFAFF GHGHHIBIBBJBJBBAKAKK LMLMNAFAFFAOAOOAPAPP QRQRRDSDSSTUTLUAVAVH AOAOOTBTBBWAWAAATATT AVAHHXBYBBAAAAAABABB AAAAAAVAVVACACCAZAZD AOAOOABABBABABBAAAAA A2OA2OOABABBALALUABA BBB2C2B2C2C2AOAOOAD2 AD2D2POPOOHRVRRATATT BABAA| Who rules these lands the Pilgrim said | A |
| Stranger Queen Blanchelys | B |
| And who has thus harried them he said | A |
| It was Duke Luke did this | B |
| God's ban be his | B |
| The Pilgrim said Where is your house | B |
| I'll rest there with your will | C |
| You've but to climb these blackened boughs | B |
| And you'll see it over the hill | C |
| For it burns still | C |
| Which road to seek your Queen said he | D |
| Nay nay but with some wound | E |
| You'll fly back hither it may be | D |
| And by your blood i' the ground | E |
| My place be found | E |
| Friend stay in peace God keep your head | A |
| And mine where I will go | F |
| For He is here and there he said | A |
| He passed the hill side slow | F |
| And stood below | F |
| The Queen sat idle by her loom | G |
| She heard the arras stir | H |
| And looked up sadly through the room | G |
| The sweetness sickened her | H |
| Of musk and myrrh | H |
| Her women standing two and two | I |
| In silence combed the fleece | B |
| The Pilgrim said Peace be with you | I |
| Lady and bent his knees | B |
| She answered Peace | B |
| Her eyes were like the wave within | J |
| Like water reed the poise | B |
| Of her soft body dainty thin | J |
| And like the water's noise | B |
| Her plaintive voice | B |
| For him the stream had never well'd | A |
| In desert tracts malign | K |
| So sweet nor had he ever felt | A |
| So faint in the sunshine | K |
| Of Palestine | K |
| Right so he knew that he saw weep | L |
| Each night through every dream | M |
| The Queen's own face confused in sleep | L |
| With visages supreme | M |
| Not known to him | N |
| Lady he said your lands lie burnt | A |
| And waste to meet your foe | F |
| All fear this I have seen and learnt | A |
| Say that it shall be so | F |
| And I will go | F |
| She gazed at him Your cause is just | A |
| For I have heard the same | O |
| He said God's strength shall be my trust | A |
| Fall it to good or grame | O |
| 'Tis in His name | O |
| Sir you are thanked My cause is dead | A |
| Why should you toil to break | P |
| A grave and fall therein she said | A |
| He did not pause but spake | P |
| For my vow's sake | P |
| Can such vows be Sir to God's ear | Q |
| Not to God's will My vow | R |
| Remains God heard me there as here | Q |
| He said with reverent brow | R |
| Both then and now | R |
| They gazed together he and she | D |
| The minute while he spoke | S |
| And when he ceased she suddenly | D |
| Looked round upon her folk | S |
| As though she woke | S |
| Fight Sir she said my prayers in pain | T |
| Shall be your fellowship | U |
| He whispered one among her train | T |
| To morrow bid her keep | L |
| This staff and scrip | U |
| She sent him a sharp sword whose belt | A |
| About his body there | V |
| As sweet as her own arms he felt | A |
| He kissed its blade all bare | V |
| Instead of her | H |
| She sent him a green banner wrought | A |
| With one white lily stem | O |
| To bind his lance with when he fought | A |
| He writ upon the same | O |
| And kissed her name | O |
| She sent him a white shield whereon | T |
| She bade that he should trace | B |
| His will He blent fair hues that shone | T |
| And in a golden space | B |
| He kissed her face | B |
| Born of the day that died that eve | W |
| Now dying sank to rest | A |
| As he in likewise taking leave | W |
| Once with a heaving breast | A |
| Looked to the west | A |
| And there the sunset skies unseal'd | A |
| Like lands he never knew | T |
| Beyond to morrow's battle field | A |
| Lay open out of view | T |
| To ride into | T |
| Next day till dark the women pray'd | A |
| Nor any might know there | V |
| How the fight went the Queen has bade | A |
| That there do come to her | H |
| No messenger | H |
| The Queen is pale her maidens ail | X |
| And to the organ tones | B |
| They sing but faintly who sang well | Y |
| The matin orisons | B |
| The lauds and nones | B |
| Lo Father is thine ear inclin'd | A |
| And hath thine angel pass'd | A |
| For these thy watchers now are blind | A |
| With vigil and at last | A |
| Dizzy with fast | A |
| Weak now to them the voice o' the priest | A |
| As any trance affords | B |
| And when each anthem failed and ceas'd | A |
| It seemed that the last chords | B |
| Still sang the words | B |
| Oh what is the light that shines so red | A |
| 'Tis long since the sun set | A |
| Quoth the youngest to the eldest maid | A |
| 'Twas dim but now and yet | A |
| The light is great | A |
| Quoth the other 'Tis our sight is dazed | A |
| That we see flame i' the air | V |
| But the Queen held her brows and gazed | A |
| And said It is the glare | V |
| Of torches there | V |
| Oh what are the sounds that rise and spread | A |
| All day it was so still | C |
| Quoth the youngest to the eldest maid | A |
| Unto the furthest hill | C |
| The air they fill | C |
| Quoth the other 'Tis our sense is blurr'd | A |
| With all the chants gone by | Z |
| But the Queen held her breath and heard | A |
| And said It is the cry | Z |
| Of Victory | D |
| The first of all the rout was sound | A |
| The next were dust and flame | O |
| And then the horses shook the ground | A |
| And in the thick of them | O |
| A still band came | O |
| Oh what do ye bring out of the fight | A |
| Thus hid beneath these boughs | B |
| Thy conquering guest returns to night | A |
| And yet shall not carouse | B |
| Queen in thy house | B |
| Uncover ye his face she said | A |
| O changed in little space | B |
| She cried O pale that was so red | A |
| O God O God of grace | B |
| Cover his face | B |
| His sword was broken in his hand | A |
| Where he had kissed the blade | A |
| O soft steel that could not withstand | A |
| O my hard heart unstayed | A |
| That prayed and prayed | A |
| His bloodied banner crossed his mouth | A2 |
| Where he had kissed her name | O |
| O east and west and north and south | A2 |
| Fair flew my web for shame | O |
| To guide Death's aim | O |
| The tints were shredded from his shield | A |
| Where he had kissed her face | B |
| Oh of all gifts that I could yield | A |
| Death only keeps its place | B |
| My gift and grace | B |
| Then stepped a damsel to her side | A |
| And spoke and needs must weep | L |
| For his sake lady if he died | A |
| He prayed of thee to keep | L |
| This staff and scrip | U |
| That night they hung above her bed | A |
| Till morning wet with tears | B |
| Year after year above her head | A |
| Her bed his token wears | B |
| Five years ten years | B |
| That night the passion of her grief | B2 |
| Shook them as there they hung | C2 |
| Each year the wind that shed the leaf | B2 |
| Shook them and in its tongue | C2 |
| A message flung | C2 |
| And once she woke with a clear mind | A |
| That letters writ to calm | O |
| Her soul lay in the scrip to find | A |
| Only a torpid balm | O |
| And dust of palm | O |
| They shook far off with palace sport | A |
| When joust and dance were rife | D2 |
| And the hunt shook them from the court | A |
| For hers in peace or strife | D2 |
| Was a Queen's life | D2 |
| A Queen's death now as now they shake | P |
| To gusts in chapel dim | O |
| Hung where she sleeps not seen to wake | P |
| Carved lovely white and slim | O |
| With them by him | O |
| Stand up to day still armed with her | H |
| Good knight before His brow | R |
| Who then as now was here and there | V |
| Who had in mind thy vow | R |
| Then even as now | R |
| The lists are set in Heaven to day | A |
| The bright pavilions shine | T |
| Fair hangs thy shield and none gainsay | A |
| The trumpets sound in sign | T |
| That she is thine | T |
| Not tithed with days' and years' decease | B |
| He pays thy wage He owed | A |
| But with imperishable peace | B |
| Here in His own abode | A |
| Thy jealous God | A |
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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